Motivation Issues/Warding Off Evil

My motivation was seriously lacking this weekend. I took Friday off as Thursday was beautiful and sunny. Friday not so much. I managed to change the oil in the Jeep but didn’t make it to changing the tires and wash and wax. Puppy and I sat outside all day watching a Yankee spring training game.

Saturday wasn’t much better. I sat on the couch watching shit TV till about 5:30 and spent 45 minutes lifting weights. After that I played free pool at the bar for the rest of the night. I had five pitchers and left around midnight after a bunch of people wanted to play and bartender Gollum couldn’t just play with each other (if you read anything gross into that it’s your own damn fault).

Around 12:30 the Renter woke me up. “Go to the casino with me!” I haven’t done well at the casino lately. On the last couple trips I’ve been up $1,000 and left with either $100 profit or a $500 loss. While yours truly does have some disposable income left over in the monthly budget, losing $500 is not the direction it should take. I swear it took twenty minutes to get her out of my bedroom. I didn’t want to go. I didn’t go. I won.

Sunday’s activities went about pretty much the same way as Saturday’s. I watched some Dirty Jobs with Mike Row until 6:00 before I got some motivation to cut up some wood in the back yard. The weather’s been getting nicer lately and I knew I’d need wood for the fire pit. That and the neighbor is trying to sell his house so I figured I’d clean up a little for his sake. While sawing away the neighbor kid from down the block stopped over. He’s a little different to say the least. He “volunteered” to help out only to have the words “I’m getting a little thirsty” pop out of his mouth after ten minutes of work. I had wanted to lift weights after finishing the wood but the nice weather and company tripped the beer trigger in my head. I had already moved the TV to the window of the kitchen so we sat outside and watched a rather exciting Yankees/Red Sox game. Bartender Gollum and his kid stopped over for a bit but then left to go see a movie. Then the fireworks started.

Around 10:30 there was an argument down the road. I’m not exactly sure what the argument was about (yes I do) but the neighbor kid picked up his wooden baseball bat that’s been sitting on my deck for ages and stormed down the street. Great, I thought, now whoever is arguing is going to think he lives at my house and might end up coming over by my house. I heard one guy say, “Who the fuck is that with the baseball bat?” as the neighbor kid emerged from the shadows wielding the weapon. “I’m the authority!” I couldn’t help but laugh out loud while all this was going on. Fortunately nothing came of it.

I made myself five chicken legs on the grill and smothered them with Frank’s Red Hot Buffalo Wing sauce and called it a night. The corner bar is no longer open on Sundays and as Gollum said, “You just saved $20 tonight.” They used to have a Sunday special, $15 for all the pitchers you could drink, and with a $5 tip it would come to $20 (God I’m good at math). Didn’t actually “save $20” as the 10-12 cans of Natural Light I was drinking ran me $.40 a can but still, there was a decent cost savings. Just have to remember to pick some up tonight on the way home for the NCAA Championship game. I don’t think it will be too hard to remember – saving money gives me a hardon.